OSWALD sat in his opulent office of his Investment Company, the sprawling city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. His office, adorned with rare artworks and lavish furnishings, was a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere that permeated the room at that moment.

He leaned back in his chair, his piercing eyes fixed on the trembling figure before him. James, a junior executive, stood sweating bullets, clutching a folder of reports that Oswald had summoned him to discuss.

The young man had made a mistake, a costly one, and Oswald was not known for his patience with errors.

"Do you understand the magnitude of your failure?" Oswald's voice...